Heads up, this is around Season 2-ish in Supernatural and around season 5 in Doctor Who (Eleventh Doctor). This is one of my first official crossover fics, so be lenient! Also, please remember to leave lots and lots of reviews—feedback is crucial to better content.

Ashville, Minnesota

"For the love of God, Sam, throw away the burrito."

Sam scoffed, "For your information, some people actually need food to survive."

Even about to do away with a vengeful spirit, the Winchester brothers were in a pleasant mood, cruising down a back road at 11:52 pm with the windows down and AC/DC cranked. They were about as relaxed as they could get, since Dean was even singing loudly and annoyingly to the track.

He paused for a moment to ask his brother, "So run me through it again, huh?"

Breathing a small sigh, Sam explained, "Back in the 70's a girl named Amelia Harris went missing. Nobody knows what exactly happened, but her body was found in the woods with a single gunshot wound to the head. The area wasn't even touched until a year ago, when a logging company started working there. Almost half a dozen people have died there just in the past four months."

"And we….we know where she's buried, right? We're not just going in here blind?"

Folding up the map on his lap and rolling his eyes, Sam retorted sarcastically, "Yeah, Dean; we know the exact pinpointed location of her grave." After a withering glare from his brother, Sam continued more seriously, "Look, all we know is that her family buried her here in the woods under a lavender bush."

Dean chuckled, "Bunch of pansies. So we find this lavender bush, we find her body?"

"Exactly."

The night was uncomfortably cold, with a film of fog hanging over the forest floor, just barely visible by the light of the fat gibbous moon. Stray leaves crunched beneath the brothers' boots as they ventured deeper into the dense forest, scanning the ground for the telltale purple flower.

"Let's split up," Dean called, and the two went in opposite directions, still searching for the bush. Threads of adrenaline ran through Dean's body as he heard a twig snap; he whirled around, gun at the ready. Muscles tense, gun cocked, Dean Winchester was ready for anything, as he always was.

A freezing blast of wind blew past Sam and he yelled, "Dean, she's over here!" A monstrous, howling wind tore through the trees and Sam involuntarily shivered before his brother crept up next to him.

"You sure it's not just the wind?" Dean whispered, and Sam shook his head, his dark, wavy hair swaying slightly.

"No. I could tell she was here; I could….I don't know, I could feel her, I guess."

Dean glanced at his brother strangely before whispering back, "Well do you see any lavender or what?" The brothers scanned the forest floor, and though the moonlight was dim, their eyes snagged on the low, dark green, flowered bush, almost missing it.

"Found it!" Sam laughed, Dean sighing out of relief next to him.

"So do we torch the bush and the body?" Dean asked, and Sam pursed his lips in momentary thought.

"Huh…I guess we should, just to be safe." Not a second after he declared this, Sam felt ice-cold hands grab his neck, cutting off his air supply. A deep rage incited in Dean's eyes as he noticed and shot the spirit with rock salt bullets.

"Damn," he muttered, checking around before picking up the shovel he'd brought and clearing his throat so his brother would look at him.

"Yeah?" Sam coughed and looked over.

"You okay?" Dean asked him as he started hacking at the roots of the bush. Wistful breezes snaked past their ankles as Sam reassured his brother that he was, indeed, fine. Practice helped the two dig up the grave within 30 minutes, and as soon as they climbed out, Dean held out a small bag of marshmallows.

"S'more?" he inquired charmingly.

"Hold on, Amelia!"

The TARDIS was crashing. Again.

It didn't help that the navigation system was 'wonky', as the Doctor put it.

"When and where are we landing?!" Amy screamed over the TARDIS's angry noises as she held on for dear life to a railing, the structure rattling and jarring. The Doctor paused, gripping the console and staring at the readings, trying to make sense of them.

"I don't know exactly, but it's going to be like Cardiff, a sort of recharging station. It looks like it's on Earth, though!"

"What does Cardiff have to do with this?" Amy yelled, and the Doctor laughed, to her annoyance.

"Wrong regeneration!" he told her over the noise, and she rolled her eyes, teeth rattling as the ship shook.

The TARDIS let out a low shriek; the Doctor soon after shouting, "We're going to crash any minute now!"

"You don't say," Amy muttered under her breath.

The two passengers almost got whiplash as the TARDIS 'landed' not-so-gracefully on the ground—Amy hoped they'd landed in a good place. With the ship stopping its screaming and shaking, the lights were slowly going out, and a backup generator turned on a dull, orange light near the floor.

"Woo-hoo!" the Doctor laughed quietly, out of breath. He was lying face-up, panting softly with a big, childish smile on his face. Amy was still clinging to the railing, face paler than usual as she pursed her lips, staring into nothing.

"You can let go now, Amy," the Doctor reminded her with a small chuckle, at which Amy smiled very slightly before coming to and slowly standing up.

"So where are we?" she inquired finally, brushing her jacket off and looking to the Doctor, who was also dusting his coat off.

"Not sure," he admitted, screwing up his eyebrows as he checked the TARDIS controls, which were completely dead and inoperable. "She's had quite a fit—we must have accidentally brushed by a parallel world."

Amy blinked, a frown pulling her face downwards. "Parallel what? Those exist?"

The Doctor sighed, "Long story." He looked up at Amy suddenly she didn't see in him very often. "But it looks like we're going to be here for a while."

After a whole lot of raised voices and a very pissed-off Amy, the two stepped out of the TARDIS, prepared to face anything that came their way. But it was just a forest. A very beautiful forest, of course, with the moonlight lending an almost magical glow to the place, but still: only just a bunch of trees.

"A forest," Amy muttered to herself, "Great. That helps."

"We'll find someone and ask where we are," the Doctor told her reassuringly, and she sighed deeply as he led her across the forest floor.

"What about the TARDIS?" Amy asked, her worry causing the Doctor to wince almost imperceptibly before answering.

"Nothing can get through that door, Amelia. Believe me, almost everything's tried. It'll be here when we come back." Amy had to trust the Doctor, and somewhere inside she knew she did, even if it meant believing a thin wooden door could keep back anything.

"Salt and burn, baby. Salt. And. Burn."

Sam and Dean Winchester stood, relieved, just outside the hole they'd just dug out. Flames licked the edges of the grave, crackling quietly and warming the brothers' faces. Dean held a trace of a grin on his face, and Sam had that endearingly thoughtful expression. This was just a minor job to them. Little did they know it would become so much more. They were still resting where they were when they suddenly heard a rustling behind them. Dean, of course, pulled out his pistol in half a second, while Sam took a moment to see who—or what—had caused the noise. It was too dark to see them yet, but Sam could hear a man and woman conversing, along with their noisy footfalls and rustling of bushes. Though Sam told his brother to put the gun down, Dean insisted on keeping it up and ready. He would never not be ready if he could help it. And just as Dean told brother 'no', the couple stepped into the clearing, finally visible by the moonlight.

The man, average height—though on the tall side—had on what the Winchester's would call a 'grandpa suit', with a bowtie topping the odd outfit. He looked to be early thirties, but was most likely around Dean's age, and had floppy brown hair with a childish spark of interest in his green eyes. The woman with him was just an inch or two shorter than her partner, with beautiful, long red hair and freckles on her pale face. She had a confused, yet cynical look on her face, and she looked to be maybe a year or two younger than the man with her. Sam knew instantly that Dean was going to try to hit on her. The two who'd just walked over widened their eyes the minute they saw the gun being pointed at them, and threw up their hands.

"Who are you?" Dean asked, honest-to-God insatiably curious.

"Put the gun down and we'll talk," the redhead insisted, glaring slightly at the older Winchester brother.

"How do we know you won't attack us?" Sam inquired, soft and inquisitive.

The man spoke up then, a British accent clearly noticeable in his voice. "I'm not a threat to you, boys, but you could take me and Amy out the second you decided to. I mean, look at me! Shabby old coat; great, big, floppy mop of hair; I look like an idiot!"

Sam couldn't help but smile; there was something about this guy that Sam knew he could trust. Dean, of course, wasn't as open. But, if anyone, Dean would listen to Sam.

"Alright, Dean, put it down. They're fine."

"I think I like your partner a little more," the man told Dean as the gun was tucked into its holster. Slowly, the strangers put their hands down, the man eventually asking, "Where are we?"

"Uh, in the woods?" Dean retorted rudely, earning him a look from Sam. "What?"

"We're….a little lost," the woman, who'd been called Amy admitted, and Dean seemed to notice her for the first time. Sam rolled his eyes when his brother winked at her, and though the women he flirted with usually flirted back, Amy didn't even wince.

"You're in Ashville, Minnesota," Sam told the two, who looked at each other, exchanging a knowing glance. Something was up, Sam could tell as he narrowed his eyes and observed the two.

The man laughed suddenly, causing Dean to give him a look that quite plainly questioned the man's sanity, and Sam inquired with confusion, "What's so funny?"

Gasping out a laugh with a huge grin on his face, the stranger told the woman with him quietly, "Amelia, we're in America."

She snorted gently and said, "Yeah, their accents are pretty hilarious, too."

Dean, looking indignant, told the Scot, "Hey, you're the ones with the funny accents."

The man interrupted to introduce himself and the woman, gesturing as he spoke, "I'm the Doctor, this is Amelia."

"Hellooo, Amelia," Dean mumbled, even though it was loud enough that everyone heard it. Amy glared at him and crossed her arms.

"Only the Doctor gets to call me Amelia. It's Amy to you."

Sam looked away to smile to himself—he had the same situation with Dean.

Amy peered behind the brothers (who still hadn't introduced themselves) and seemed to finally notice what it was they were or had been doing. Screwing up her eyebrows in confusion, she asked with disbelief and a hint of repulsion, "Were you two…burning a grave?"

The Doctor noticed, too, making a face and telling the young men, "Same question. What are you two doing here?"

"I might ask you two the same question," Dean shot back.

"I told you, we're lost," Amy insisted.

After a pause, Sam admitted hesitantly, "Well, we may….have...yeah. We're burning a grave. I know, weird."

"Not all Americans do this," Dean interjected, seeming to think that this was how the two would view them as a country.

"I know that, but what I do want to know right now is who you both are," The Doctor looked expectantly at the two brothers, urging them to answer.

"So what brings you across the pond, huh?" Dean asked, completely ignoring the Doctor's question.

Though annoyed, the Doctor replied, "Oh, I'm not from Europe."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "So where are you from?" Amy shivered from the cold and glanced at her supposed hiking partner, who held a glimmer of humor in his green eyes.

"I can't tell you that."

Dean and Sam looked at each other before Dean sighed, "Look, either way, you both need to forget what you saw, okay? It's none of your business."

"No."

The Doctor's answer surprised the brothers, and just outright annoyed Dean. He let out a pissed-off sigh and snapped, "And why the hell not?"

The Doctor opened his mouth to speak, but Amy spoke up before he could, explaining, "Look, we're lost, we can't tell you a bunch of information, but we do know that we'd like a ride to the nearest town."

After a small moment of hesitation, Sam offered, "You could catch a ride with us."

Dean shoved his brother's shoulder petulantly, frowning as he told him, "What? No. They are not riding with us."